Punch (71.1876)

-November 18, 1876.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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THE RIDING-SCHOOL.

Riding-Master {to Sub-Lieutenant, who has come a Cropper). " Now then, Sir ! "Who told you to Dismount ? " !

icorld ! If you want money, I am sure the Government is spending
too much over their stupid old guns and ships. Make Lord Dis-
raeli, ivhozwrote a booh himself on the greatest poet in existence,
give_ you as many millions as you like. Or you could sell that
stupid poky British Museum. Do, do, do this !

Yours lovingly, Dudu.

Our Dear Punch, ^*

_ Why should Lord Byron he added to the victims ? He
hated ridicule, and you wish to erect a statue to him ! Take warning
by our fate. Yours always,

"Wellington {opposite Apsley House).
Nelson {Mastheaded, in Trafalgar Square).
York {on my Column).
Anne {in front of St. Paul's).

Albert {Gibbeted in Holborn Viaduct, and blushing,
conscious of my gilt, in Hyde Park).

Master, ^

If you want to have something really worthy of a great
poet, you must get more money, and then choose your sculptor—the
best that is to be had. Only one thing is certain, he will not be
discovered by a competition. Avoid cliques, and

Believe me, Toby.

Wonderful Meteorological Phenomenon.

We extract the following from the Scotsman of November 9th :—

" Last night, between eight and nine o'clock, there were several peals of
thunder, followed by flashes of lightning, after which the sky became a little
brighter."

Our sober Southern thunder is content to follow the lightning.
Scotch thunder, it would seem from the above, takes precedence of
the electric fluid. Punch takesleave to call the attention of scientific
men to this inversion of the Southern order of things.

The Russian Fleet.—When he cuts and runs.

HAPPY-THOUGHT NOTES IN IRELAND.

A Last Peep—Police—Good Signs—Companion—Banshees—Mac-
beth — the Bethels —Anecdote — Schools — Roman Matron —
Politeness—Irish Pigs—Geese—Change of Scene—Glengariff
Arrival—Landlady—Driver—The JEccles—Climate—Dinnei—
Saxon Characteristic—A Tourist's Advice—Inchigeelagh —
Peat- Carriers—Macroom—and Off.

On the Road from Killamey.—Most strikingly situated by the
roadside high up the hill, so as to command a view of the entire
valley, is the Po-lls Barracks, with its grenadier of a Policeman
posted, as sentinel on duty, marching up and down with his side-
arms, and occasionally halting on the bridge to admire one of the
most beautiful views in the whole country. From here I get my
last peep at Killarney.

A reverderci mia bella !

By the way, these Police, posted up in the hills, must have, even
in piping times of peace, anything but a luxurious life of it. How
they must envy their Saxon brother, " Policeman X," in Belgrave
Square, whose beat is enlivened by the smiles of Cooks through area
railings, by gifts of cold meats from the larder, and by an occasional
flirtation with bright-eyed Housemaids. The Irish Constabulary
must have a rough time of it in a " difficulty; " but they seem to
be respected in their official capacity by the people.

Good signs of the times. {Noted between Killarney and Glen-
gariff.)—During the last three days, in the course of my drive, I
have seen three deserted Po-Hs barracks. Stern, pitiless-looking
buildings they are, and in the most desolate spots. Let us hope all
the " throuble " is over, past and gone, forgotten and forgiven.

Wild country between the last point where a glimpse of the
Black Yalley is to be obtained and my next halting place, Glen-
gariff.

It reminds me of the north of Cornwall. _ Only a few stone-built
cabins appear here and there at intervals in the valley and on the
hill-side. Not a nice spot this to meet an east wind. Even a Banshee,
more or less accustomed to this sort of thing, would find it uncom-
mon lonely and shivering here at night; and. as to goblins and
sprites (I know what a sprite is from long acquaintance with him in